My Husband Cut My Brake Lines To Steal My $5m Inheritance. The Next Morning, His Sister Demanded To Borrow My Car. I Let Her Take It. Am I The Monster?
Two uniformed officers entered. “We’re here to invite Mr. Ethan and Mrs. Olivia to the station to provide further statements regarding the traffic accident.”
Ethan came down the stairs, his clothes wrinkled, his eyes sunken. Seeing the police, his legs went weak and he nearly collapsed. He knew this summons was not as simple as the last one. A criminal’s instinct told him the noose was tightening.,
In the cold interrogation room, under the white fluorescent light, the investigator placed a transparent evidence bag on the table. Inside was a severed and partially burnt brake line, but the clean sharp cut was still clearly visible.
“Mr. Ethan, this is the brake line from the crime scene. Forensic analysis shows this cut was not due to wear and tear but was intentionally severed with steel wire cutters. Do you have an explanation?”
Ethan stared at the brake line, his face ashen, his entire shirt soaked with sweat. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He shook his head frantically. “I… I don’t know. Maybe… maybe a burglar broke in. I couldn’t have done it.”
The officer was unmoved. “A burglar? The security cameras around your property recorded no unauthorized entry into the garage that night. Furthermore, the nature of this cut indicates the perpetrator has a good understanding of vehicle mechanics. You are a construction engineer and understand cars. What are your thoughts?”,
Olivia sat beside him, feigning shock. “Severed? Who could be so cruel? Ethan, do you have enemies? Why would they want to kill us?”
Olivia’s innocent question made Ethan panic even more. He looked at her, his eyes pleading and terrified. He knew she was acting, but he didn’t dare expose her. Exposing Olivia now would be the same as admitting he was the killer.
The atmosphere became incredibly tense. Every second felt like torture for Ethan. He could feel the heat of the truth burning him and the coldness of the handcuffs awaiting him. He buried his head on the table, his hands clutching his hair, trembling violently.
The silence in the interrogation room was so heavy that the ticking of the wall clock was deafeningly loud. Each tick like a nail being hammered into the coffin that was slowly closing on Ethan’s fate. His eyes stared blankly at the brake line in the evidence bag.,
The overwhelming fear then morphed into uncontrollable rage. A cornered animal will always bite blindly, and Ethan was now that animal. He suddenly shot to his feet, his chair screeching back. His trembling finger pointed straight at Olivia’s face, his eyes bloodshot.
“It was her! Officer, she… she knew the car was broken! She knew the brake lines were cut! That’s why she deliberately gave the keys to Tiffany! She wanted to kill me but Tiffany became the victim! She’s the cruelest woman in the world!”
Ethan’s crazed accusation stunned the room. The investigators frowned. Olivia cowered in her chair, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at her raging husband. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she just shook her head, her body trembling, creating a stark contrast to Ethan’s ferocity.
Ethan wasn’t finished. “Don’t play innocent! You saw me do it, didn’t you? Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you give the car to my sister? You’re a demon! You framed me! I should kill you to avenge Tiffany!”
He lunged forward, but two officers swiftly restrained him, pinning him to the table. Ethan struggled, his mouth spewing curses. Olivia watched the scene, her heart aching not out of pity for him, but for herself, for having once trusted such a cruel man. He wasn’t sorry for cutting the brake lines; he was just angry his plan had failed and his sister was the victim. On the brink of ruin, he was ready to shift all the blame onto her.
The investigator looked at Ethan with cold disgust, then gestured for his subordinates to handcuff him. He turned to Olivia, his voice softening. “Mrs. Olivia, please calm down. Your husband is in an unstable emotional state. We will take him out to calm down.”
After the door closed, leaving the room quiet but still tense, Olivia knew this was the crucial moment to deliver the final blow—to turn Ethan’s mad accusations into a knife that would stab him back. Olivia wiped her face, trying to compose herself, but her shoulders still trembled. She looked at the investigator, her voice breaking.
“Sir, what’s wrong with him? Why would he say such terrifying things? I’m his wife, I trusted my life to him. Why would he think I’m so cruel? There’s no way I could have known the car was broken. If I had known, I would rather have died myself than let this happen to Tiffany.”
She lowered her head, sobbing. “He’s been acting strangely lately, sir. Maybe the shock of losing his sister was too much and he started hallucinating and blaming me. He’s the backbone of our family, my only support. Now that he’s like this, how am I supposed to live? Please help him, sir. Don’t let him get any worse.”
The officer looked at her with sympathy and conviction. Before him was a weak, unfortunate woman suffering from loss and her husband’s mental breakdown. Compared to the raging Ethan, Olivia’s sincere words were far more convincing.
“We understand your situation, Ma’am,” the investigator said reassuringly. “We will consider Mr. Ethan’s behavior and words from a criminal psychology perspective, but please rest assured, the law prioritizes evidence over confessions. No one can accuse an innocent person.”,
Olivia accepted a glass of warm water, a cold smile playing on her lips. Internally, she had played her role as the patient wife to the very end, turning Ethan’s attack into proof of his mental instability and cruelty. The harder he accused her, the crazier he looked in the eyes of the investigators. This was the psychological trap she had set.
Hiding her cold smile, Olivia looked at the officer with a sad face. “Thank you, sir. I just hope the truth comes out soon so Tiffany’s spirit can rest in peace. My family is already ruined, sir.”
After Ethan was taken to a temporary holding cell, the atmosphere in the interrogation room relaxed slightly, but the tension remained. Olivia knew it was time to provide the last piece of the puzzle: the motive.
“Sir,” Olivia said slowly. “There’s actually one thing I was afraid to say for fear of tarnishing Ethan’s name, but I’m worried he might have been desperate enough to do something crazy.”
The officer was immediately attentive. “Please tell us, Ma’am. Any information is crucial.”
Olivia took a deep breath. “Lately, Ethan has been very strange, sir. He’s been taking calls secretly, getting angry all the time. I accidentally saw a message about a debt collection from a strange number. The amount was in the millions. He was also having an affair with a woman named Maya. That woman often sent messages demanding money and asking to be married. I also once overheard him talking about my inheritance.”
Olivia paused, then added the final devastating sentence. “I just received an inheritance of $5 million, sir. I was planning to invest it, but Ethan kept pressuring me to put it into our joint account to pay off his debts. I hadn’t agreed yet. Then this happened. Sir, is it possible he wanted to harm me to get the insurance money and my inheritance to pay off his debts and support his mistress?”
